On trembling thigh he could no longer run,
How long ago had this begun?

Slowly down unto frosted field he fell,
How long he'd been running through this waking hell?

From his aching tired chest, he desperately clung to his final frozen breath,
Could it be he'd finished this eternal test?

Weeks had passed in silent still he laid,
Each moment lived, relived within, an' thus his suspended suff'ring began to fade

Return'd back to th' breast of Earth from whence it came
Th' body of man will forever decay the same

Then struck, an infinite instant in which pain and hate he'd known none.
Anew to the world, reborn to new flesh and time, his soul awoke with the desperate need to run.